Mu Gu then met Xiao Yan's gaze. What he found unbelievable was that Xiao Yan's deep eyes held nothing but extraordinary calm. That calm was almost strange—Xiao Yan seemed completely unconcerned about the injuries covering his body.
Unease instantly filled Mu Gu's chest. He did not know which step he had miscalculated, but in such a fiercely shifting battle, he had no time to analyze it carefully. Xiao Yan's next attack came almost immediately.
Xiao Yan's body had been pierced through, yet he did not feel the slightest pain. His Dou Qi could not be used, but the transfer of his injuries still remained. Before entering the Pill Convention, he had already used an earth puppet. The reason he had suffered such grievous injuries was simply because he had done so deliberately.
"Go," Xiao Yan said softly.
Xiao Yan had finally found the best opportunity to unleash his true trump card—the Shadow Piercing Needle!
A needle shadow silently swept out from between Xiao Yan's brows, its tip tracing faint ripples through the air that were nearly impossible to discern with the naked eye. Elder Mu Gu had fully unleashed his senses and had not relaxed in the slightest, yet he still barely caught sight of that needle shadow. He only sensed a faint thread of Soul Power rushing toward him. To the naked eye, it merely seemed as though the light before him had fluctuated slightly.
The needle emerged without a trace, killing without form!
The distance between them was simply too close. Before Mu Gu could react in any way, the gray needle, which even soul perception struggled to detect, had silently reached a point three inches before his brow.
Then, both of them clearly heard it: a faint "hiss," as soft as a mosquito's buzz, when the gray